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Issue # 4 May 2011
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Juleigh Howard-Hobson



Suddenly our day has dimmed.
Death and aged faces dance
Around our eyes, in tatters trimmed.
Round and round.
We have but glanced—
—cut short—at what we saw of youth.
Have seen, have felt, have left behind
And never had the chance to use
(We never have had quite the time).
Good night is all that's left to us.
Evening. Midnight.
Dawn is done,
Left to the mists, the dreams, the dust.
We are no longer twenty one.